Song of the day for dreaming

Did you ever wish you were someone else?  Picture your life in the greatest fantasy fulfilled?  Whatever it was that took you to the moon or over a rainbow.

This song reminds me of that dreaming.  Everyone likes a Sunday morning.  One fantasy I have is that I own  a rent controlled apartment in Greenwich village, New York.  Sunday morning I wake up as the sun blazes in through the tall floor to ceiling windows the light splashes across the wood floors.  I sit down to write a few more paragraphs in my burgeoning novel, while my shiny  expresso machine grinds and foams a large head on a 2 shot cappaccino.  Then I scurry across the floor barefoot and  put this cd on letting the music fill my apartment and my head as I get a self fulfilling buzz courtesy of South Africa.  I then head out into the most beautiful day I ever seen, the sky couldn't get any bluer or the clouds any fluffier, making me believe that their may be a god after all,  and down to the local bakery.  To pick up some delicious French pastries you know the kind, flaky, moist, filled with some exotic jelly or cream cheese whatever your preference.   I buy some triple cream French cheese :) and a large baguette right out of the oven for a late lunch.  Back down the street passing lovers laughing and people walking their dogs.  Passing vendors selling their rainbow colored impressionist paintings of the city in their own personal fantasy.  As I pass we smile at each other happy that it's Sunday morning!

Sunday morning rain is falling 
Steal some covers share some skin 
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable 
You twist to fit the mold that I am in 
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do 
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew 
That someday it would lead me back to you 
That someday it would lead me back to you 

(Chorus) 
That may be all I need 
In darkness she is all I see 
Come and rest your bones with me 
Driving slow on sunday morning 
And I never want to leave 
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(Verse 2) 
Fingers trace your every outline 
Paint a picture with my hands 
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm 
Change the weather still together when it ends 

(Chorus) 
That may be all I need 
In darkness she is all I see 
Come and rest your bones with me 
Driving slow on sunday morning 
And I never want to leave 

(Bridge) 
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do 
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you 
Singing sunday it'll bring me back to you 
Find a way to bring myself back home to you 

And you may not know 

(Chorus) 
(Chorus) 
That may be all I need 
In darkness she is all I see 
Come and rest your bones with me 
Driving slow on Sunday morning and I sometimes want to leave. 

Yeah, yeah,... flower in your hair... 


Till copyright comes to get me